[ kaveh looks. he knows, he thinks, the rhythm of it. of all the falling-ins and falling-outs, it's the silence that steeps between him and alhaitham. but silence can mean many things. hurt and dismay, contemplation, the space needed to arrange your thoughts.

silence is not always an unknown terror. ]

This is between you, Netzach and Yesod. I shan't pry. But... from what I know of them, I am certain that they do not hate you for it, Don. Perhaps they simply need time to understand how they ought to feel it for themselves.